1. This is the last time i heard music: gray scarves for the painted constellations. Eyes for trees, the flower or god's mouth? A jewel capped by time like sunlight splitting a window. Maybe death is a snowflake on yr tongue. 2. This is … [Read more...]
With All The Love I Know How: 6 Poems by Wojciech
Patience i'm waiting for the president to ditch his suit and tie and give his speech in his underwear, looking down at his crotch instead of teleprompters i'm waiting for star'd generals to dismiss their soldiers and abandon the armies and … [Read more...]